Sehwag - The difference between 'Freedom' and 'Technique'

While Indian batters walk into the Kotla fog under a new captain this morning, the series well sealed under their belts; it is the electricity, the energy that once used to vibrate in the stands, that is no more. The dew wet chairs are empty, the sparse crowd is quiet - no shouting, no chirping, no clapping. One hour into the play and not once the ball has crossed the fences. Things look unusually quiet. That is what your difference make, dear Sehwag....

Old Address

I still write to your old address. After all these years. Guess the letter box has long filled now. Those blue inlands must be spilling from the slit. Even the postman must have given up on delivering to the box that had not been opened in ages. Few of those letters, I suppose, became one with the winds. Few, the kids down that lane must have crumpled into paper balls and smashed them at each other. The story that was supposed to be between you and me,...